Freedom Rock Songtext
von Poster Children

Victims lie in their open graves
They let us out on Saturdays
We sit and stare at cathode rays
We sit and stare until we′re paid

All these devices
All of these machines
Every convenience
Everything we need
All these devices
All of these machines
Picking us clean


I think my mind has turned to sand
I feel the grains going through my hands
It's getting hard to comprehend
Where the system ends
And I begin

All these devices
All of these machines
Every convenience
Everything we need
All these devices
All of these machines
Picking us clean